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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
– Emily Dickinson –
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Letter to Tomorrow
An egg; a perfect package of hope. Sit down and allow your heart to open; allow your mind to quiet. Then connect with this beautiful poem by Jackie Morris and ponder how to hold your own hope. { read more }
Be The Change
Hold your own fragile hope gently in your heart. Close your eyes and listen to the poem again. Then open your eyes and listen once more. Now, go outside and release your hope to the sky, flying on strong wings into the future. |
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